my friend bought me a really pretty dress for my bday and i left it at home but i was already like an hour away when i realized it and now im sadddddd

silverrumrunner:

onlinewifey:

A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care

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tinybabymouth:

I…..i like….a boy. I am so weak

i read that as meth. calm down walter white.

if i was on meth at least i would have the energy to do everything i have to get done 

teamfreepizza:

psychotic-teens:

when i first started using tumblr, every morning i would keep scrolling the dashboard until i reached the last post i saw from the night before

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barackinaroundthechristmastree:

i am pretty much 3% human and 97% stress

Alan Lee - Minas Tirith

fearbreeze:

A sword’s small payment for a life,” Mormont concluded. Take it, I’ll hear no more of it, is that understood?

Yes, my lord.” The soft leather gave beneath Jon’s fingers, as if the sword were molding itself to his grip already. He knew he should be honored, and he was, and yet…

He is not my father. The thought leapt unbidden to Jon’s mind. Lord Eddard Stark is my father. I will not forget him, no matter how many swords they give me. Yet he could scarcely tell Lord Mormont that it was another man’s sword he dreamt of…
                — Jon Snow; A Game of Thrones

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